Is it me or...

The British government don't know what they are doing when it comes to their citizens being involved in drugs issues? Na mbona naona kama "wanatetea" hiki kitu haramu? Nasema hivi kwasababu:-

1) Remember the two British girls who tried to smuggle cocaine to Ghana? They were sentenced but didn't serve the "full" of it?

2) Or the British woman of Nigerian descent, caught in Thailand then got pregnant in the prison. Then the government tried and "fought" so that she wont be killed (is that called executed?). But later on she was released.

These things are already marked "illegal" but you should see in the news how MPs and whoever all trying to "negotiate" for "that" person to be released. This time the government totally failed! A big F! I really thought it could have been the same with the two examples above but it seems like the Chinese government aint easy (haitaki mchezo).

Not accurate about the number but more than 90% of the Chinese population agreed with death penalty. Akmal Shaikh from London went to China to pursue his music career. The family claimed that he was mentally ill and did not know what exactly he was doing. I am leaving it there. Sadly he has been executed.

I got sooooooo many questions about what happened but I might find myself in trouble. These blogs you know, may reach so far and you haven't even expected but my one little question is...

Is the British government supporting drugs smuggling/smugglers to other countries?

Ingekuwa vipi..

Kama ingetokea kwa siku moja tu, uwe jinsia tofauti na uliyonayo sasa. Namaanisha kama wewe ni mwanamume, ukageuka mwanamke na mwanamke kugeuka mwanaume. Ni kwa siku moja tu!

What would you do if you had to be your opposite sex/gender for a day? Meaning if you are male, you will turn into a female and female to male.

Myself I would have loved to wake up in the morning (pretending to be a married man), breakfast ready for me and clothes are already ironed for me. Go to work (wherever) and see if I can "control" myself not to fall for my co-worker. I am just saying.

Use your imagination people! Remember this is just for fun!



This is what Beyonce had to say



Hehe!

The story continues...

Where we left off...

A moment later she stood up and get to the bathroom, where she stripped naked and stood beneath a cascading hot shower, letting the water titillate her muscles and ease her tension.
Thereafter she dressed for a dinner. Putting on an orange multi halter-top with ribbon ties at neck and cut-away sleeves that had a bold satin banding, giving her a spicy look. She put on together with a dark grey tribeca Jeans and thong sandals. She was drop-dead gorgeous.

Here we go...

Misoji, a Sukuma goddess had envied physical attributes. Outstandingly curvaceous body, long, rippled limbs and toned body-a rare natural physical attribute. Her beautiful face, dark bedroom eyes, peanut-butter complexion and full glossy-sensual lips, combined together to give that pure-enviable African beauty, that easily gotten any man’s pants adjusted.
He was the first person she noticed at the restaurant. He sat alone on a table of two in a far end corner, facing the poolside. He looked much bigger in that Camouflage ragtop he was wearing. He lifted his left hand.
She found an empty table and was about to pull a chair when she saw him, few tables away, waving at her. She could see, he was solo at a table of two. She waved back at him and pulled a chair to seat, and then she thought. Go join him; he is so funny after all.
He was busy enjoying a mushroom soup. He did not notice her when she approached his table.
"Hi," she said brightly as she stood holding a chair opposite him, "how goes it?"
He looked up from his plate and with a wide grin replied, "Well, well, well in just two minutes I’ve warmed the cockles of my heart with this delicious soup, I can’t compare it like any other thing, maybe… only you, please, have seat." displayed that mischievous smile.
“Thanks.”
“I almost didn’t recognize you…”
“That’s nice.”
“It sounded better in my head. You look great.” Before she said anything, he said, “Have a drink.”
“No, thank you. I never drink while eating.”
“I mean, it’s just water…Alright?”
“Oh, thank you.” She smiled, as Manu took a bottle of water and poured in an empty glass, for her. A waiter came and she ordered her dinner.
“Nice briefcase.” She said, glancing at his briefcase at the foot of the table.
“I bought it at Port Louis, only this evening. I was so hungry that I found it hard to take it upstairs and return back here to dine.”
“Oh, really? Guess I should get one for my daddy, huh?” and she read out aloud from the hanging tag on the briefcase, “IF LOST, RETURN TO MANUMBU MATABA.” Then she looked at him, a little surprised, thought, Manumbu… isn’t that a familiar name to me? She looked straight in his eyes. He was smiling. There was something in his eyes that made her heart quiver. She cleared her throat, and said, "Ma-nu-mbu…You got a funny name. It has a meaning in one of tribes in my country.”
He became a little nervous. “And what’s that? Please don’t tell me if it sounds nasty.”
She smiled. “It means…well I’m not so sure but I think something like… sweet potatoes.”
“What?” he was stunned. “Which tribe is that…’cause it’s same as my tribe, you know. And don’t say it’s a coincidence…”
“Where are you from?" It was her turn to get nervous.
His smile died. All at once, just like that, and said, "Umm…a long ways from here. You wouldn't know it."
"Try me." She was not sure why she said it. Curiosity, she supposed. She wanted to know him more.
He looked at her, seemed about to say something. Then changed his mind and said, "Tanzania. I'm from Dar-Es-Salaam, Tanzania."
“Jesus!”
“What?”
“Oh, stop kidding me!” She said in disbelief.
“Why kidding you? You know Tanzania? Ever been there?”
“No, no nooo. It’s not that, you know what? I just have the feeling you have been tracking me down for a while. Isn’t it?” She asked him, feeling agitated.
“Why so? Oh my, do you want to say…Oh I don’t believe it!”
“I’m coming from Dar.”
“Jeez! What?”
“Please, tell me you’re just kidding, enough with this kind of jokes. Ok?”
“Listen. Nimekuja just three days ago. I’m attending a two weeks official conference here. I’m working with CELLA Mobiles. Unafanya nini kisiwani huku we mtoto?”
“Hata! Sitaki kuamini, lol!” She was in disbelief. “Mh, well…niko kwa vacation. Three weeks’ vacation.”
“Sure? Good for you. Unaishi maeneo gani ya Dar? Mie naishi mitaa ya Regency Estate.”
“Naishi Mbezi, Salasala…”
“Oh, Salasala! Husband… kids?”
“Wazazi…”
Manu glanced at her left hand, got a glimpse of a fine designed wedding ring in her finger, and said, “That ring is so fine.”
“What does Mr.…Manumbu think about it?” she asked, stretching her ring finger forth.
“It says I’m not really married. I just wear it.” He said, jokingly.
“Oh!”
“I guess I was right.”
She nodded.
“Really?” His gaze met hers again. Burned into hers, "I appreciate that."
She smiled.
He grinned. He was so obsessed with her mouth. He loved those sensual lips, so much that he was finding it so hard to hold back the urge to kiss, lick and munch them.
The two of them gabbed away over dinner and there after few drinks, pretty much going over funny stories and about places Misoji had toured in Mauritius. She told him her name and incredibly, they were both from Lake Zone side of Tanzania, he was coming from Musoma while she was from Mwanza.
It was now close to 9pm. They were about to part the place, when he asked her,
“Do you like movies, Missy?”
“Sure.”
“I love movies. What’s your favourite?”
“I don’t know… Casanova?”
“Oh, Casanova was good. My favourite though, is The Jungle Fever. Umewahi watch hiyo?”
“Yeah, nimewahi ona hiyo pia.”
“It’s got my favourite scene of all time!”
“Scene ipi vile?”
“The one where they…I mean… that first intimate scene in the office…unaikumbuka?”
She smiled, bit shyly. “I…I think… Lol!”
He nodded, acknowledging. He took her hand in his, and said, “There is an opening of Deja Vu tomorrow evening at Cinema Star, in Port Luis. Will you go out there with me?”
“Una girlfriend?” She replied, smoothly pulling off her hand from his.
“Well, she’s…uh--actually, it didn’t work out. Hatuko pamoja tena.” He lied. He did not even have one. For two years he had stopped any serious dating. He had a loss had not been able to recover from.
“Oh. So… gari ulilonalo likipata breakdown basi unadandia jingine lolote tu kirahiiisi, sio?”
“Duh Missy, hanging out with you ni kama ku-ride ndani ya Lamborghini!” his face straight. She was kind of struck. “I’m sorry. Did I insult you?”
“No. no, it’s ok.” She was feeling awkward.
“So, you never answered my question.”
“What question was that?”
“Will you go out with me, tomorrow?”
“Look, Manu, najua ndio kwanza tumeoana, and you seem to be a nice guy. But unajua...?”
“Okay. Nice guys always hatuna bahati.”
“What?”
“Forget it.”
‘Well listen, kuna kitu kimoja huwa kinawaogopesha sana nyie wa-kaka.”
“Huh? Kitu gani Missy?”
“Ukweli wa ndani kuhusu mlivyo.” She paused, then, “Unajua, most men don’t really know what they want. Some think we are disposable toys; others, confused men, don’t know if they want you or your brother. If you really want to go out with me, you better first understand that uanaume sio uume. Uanaume ni pamoja na kuheshimu my mind, body, and spirit.”
“Misoji, I have deep admiration to both… your mind and spirit.”
“And my body?”
“Your body…? What can I say about it? Purely… African.”
“Mh! Do you admire it, respect it?”
“I won’t do anything to it that you don’t want me to.”
“Anything?
“Take my humble word.”
A smile displayed on her face.
Before the smile faded up, He said, “So, will you go out with me?”
She looked at him for a moment, as if she was reading his mind or something, then said, “Someday…when we get back to Dar.” She started out, pausede, turned at him, and said, “Good night, Mr.”

On bed, strange feeling eating inside her, fighting hard to kick Manu off her head, it felt so hard for her. A movie was a quick, better idea. She checked inside DVD bag she traveled with, scanned for a suitable one, ended up with How Stella Got Her Groove Back. She watched it for few minutes then took it off. It was driving her more into him than away from him... She picked up TD Jakes’ Before You Do book. It didn’t get her going. She inserted Syleena Johnson CD in a player. She listened to it over and over until it at almost 3am, she fell asleep.

To be continued on Thursday 31st December

Arsenal FC 3 - 0 Aston Villa

HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! Mie walaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Sisemi! Raha tupu!

Religious arguments

Why all RELIGIOUS "discussions" end up in an argument and people never reach a CONCLUSION?

Kwanini mada kuhusu dini siku zote zinaishia kwenye mjadala mkubwa au malumbano na watu siku zote watu hawafikii hitimisho?

Story: continuation

Where we left off...

The rest of her clothing was inside of her hotel room, she had nothing more to help cover her body. In a display of modesty she covered her sizable breasts with her palms as if they were not under bra; she took off her earphones which was now rocking Sweet Love joint of Wahu, and in a very shaky voice stammered, "W-w-who are you… and what do you want?"

Here we go...

"The name's Manu," He said, matter of factly.
“So?”
“Sooo... it’s really nice to meet you.” he had a mischievous smile on his face.
She scoffed silently. Men…all are dogs.
"I just noticed for the past two days that you’re alone here and decided to come over and introduce myself today."
She flinched, clearly bruised by his baritone voice, as deep as Barry White’s. She took a deep breath, then collected herself, and asked, nervously, "Where did you come from…?"
"Right over there on the other side of the Hotel," he explained, "I just got finished my breakfast and happened to notice you here."
"Mmh, so what are you doing here?" she asked, less afraid of him.
"Oh, well, I just wanted to say hi. I'll see you later." Then he turned around, without waiting for her reply, and walked back to the hotel.
Misoji sat upright and watched Manu walking away, and while she was a little bit miffed that he had barged in on her like that, he seemed like a pleasant enough sort of-with a rare athletic body and that extremely infectious smile, he didn't seem to be any kind of threat. She lay back down, for few minutes then got to her feet and headed to her room, which was only thirty meters away from there. Back in her room, she walked straight to the bathroom, slipped quietly into the tub for a long bath.
Thereafter, she went to the hotel for breakfast, while wondering her eyes around, in search for her earlier invader. He was nowhere to be seen.
After breakfast, which was not at all that tasty, she went back to her room, dressed up and stormed out for another tour in the Island.

She returned at the hotel around 5pm.
She went all the way to her room and changed, ready for a swim. Somehow feeling like showing off a bit off her well-proportioned body that evening, she chose to put on a teal-blue glitterati cut-out swimsuit-which had shinning rhinestones details, halter ties behind neck and clips behind back, cut-away sides and deep-v neckline. The swimsuit gave a moderate back coverage. She was stunning.

She walked out to the beach and there she got into water straight, for a swim. She swam for 45minutes then went to the shore for a short breathing…
Barely had she sat down, as she saw him coming down from the hotel, heading straight to the direction where she was. Her heart skipped a beat…
He wore nothing but an Aruba tight-fitted trunk; revealing the finest athletic frame, she used to see only in movies. His, inverted a triangular upper body. Broad shoulders, wide hairless-chest, big-toned biceps. His flat abs and a toned waist were drawing attention of not only Misoji’s but also almost everyone who was hanging on the beach that evening.
He did not see her. He walked straight past her and jumped into the ocean.
Realizing that he was not aware of her presence there, she was relieved. She decided not to go back swimming as soon. She sat there watching him get deep onto waters. Her eyes could not leave him, enjoying watching him swimming so skillfully.

After laying there for half an hour, she felt the urge to go there and swim again. She had mixed feelings though, she wanted to go join him for a swim together, at the same time she was afraid of going there and swim with him. She hated that feeling, that so angry at herself, she collected her body up ready to go into waters and swim, alone. After standing up she glanced at the side where Manu was swimming, figuring which other direction to take, away from his sight. However, when she stared in his direction, she saw one white middle-age woman swimming towards his direction. She saw the woman exchanging few words with Manu, something like “Would you mind if I join you for a swim…?” Manu was smiling, shrugging his broad shoulder, and say something. She saw them starting out swimming, deep, together. Misoji felt a rush of blood in her body. She felt a bit jealousy. Abruptly, she lost all the interest of swimming again. Instead, she opted to leave the shore and went back to her room.

Back in her room, she dropped down on the carpeted floor, cursing herself for strange inbuilt feelings, growing inside her body. It felt so ridiculous. Just one look… one second…one single glance at the beach that morning and suddenly nothing was the same. She never really believed in those moments. The kinds she used to read about in Silly romance novels and those romance movies. Yet here she was, in a strange place, thinking about some stranger…

A moment later she stood up and get to the bathroom, where she stripped naked and stood beneath a cascading hot shower, letting the water titillate her muscles and ease her tension.
Thereafter she dressed for a dinner. Putting on an orange multi halter-top with ribbon ties at neck and cut-away sleeves that had a bold satin banding, giving her a spicy look. She put on together with a dark grey tribeca Jeans and thong sandals. She was drop-dead gorgeous.

To be continued on Sunday 27th...

Merry Christmas!

Hehe! I hope everyone has a nice and relaxing day. Merry Christmas from the Hilary family to you all! Much love!

Happy Birthday to my wonderful sister!

Only God knows how much I really miss you and want to see you! On this day, should be the best day of this year 2009 and a new start in 2010.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SISTER! Much love from your little sister!

Storytelling : Terms and Conditions

If you haven't noticed (:-\), I have launched a little competition. It requires not much effort, you just have to READ!...and pretty much "FOLLOW" how the story is going, then when it finishes just tell me what the story was about. Simples :-). A couple of "conditions" (not like the ones you get on softwares)

• The first section of chapters has started on 21st December 2009. End date will depend on how the sections are but it may take approximately 6 months (not a lot).
• There can only be one winner - The winner will be determined by summarising and coming up with the best title for the story
  
• If nobody enters then no gifts.
  
• Stay tuned to know what the gift is. (It is already picked out).
  
• Any further questions just email me or comment.

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